What seems to us but dim funeral tapers may be heaven's distant lamps.
Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.
Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.
One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.
The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.
Defeat may be victory in disguise.